Finally, it has a name.

We have dallisgrass. It has completely invaded our lawn. I spent a great deal of time thinking it was crabgrass, but I was wrong, and I discovered this yesterday. It turns out that dallisgrass is a major butt munch to get rid of, especially on the scale seen in our yard. The easiest way to get rid of it would be to kill the whole lawn - weeds, grass, everything - and start over. That would be a waste because I worked hard at getting what Bermuda we do have growing along. When we first moved into Dot, the lawn was made up almost entirely of weeds. The grass was all dead. 

So how do I get rid of it? By pulling it out. I bet there are at least a thousand individual dallisgrass plants. You see, they grow from seeds throughout their growing season, but they're also a perennial grass that grows through a root system. Our bermuda's season is almost up, but I'm hoping that I can get enough of the dallisgrass out that in the last 6 weeks or so before the Bermuda goes dormant, it can fill in the holes (there will be A LOT), and in the spring start back lush enough that the remaining dallisgrass won't stand a chance. 

Looking at our lawn makes it feel like a nearly impossible task, but I'm determined. I want a lawn I love. Seriously, it's so much better than it used to be, but I am so extra determined now that the enemy has a name. Dallisgrass, you are going down! 

If any of you love to do yard work, or if you've ever wanted to eradicate a form of evil from the world, you're more than welcome to help me with this mission. I promise you callused hands, an aching back, and dirt under your nails. But none of that will matter when you see the pile of dallisgrass you've taken out. I think pulling weeds might be one of the most gratifying things. 

Here it is:

Moment with Magnolia

There are a very few actual pictures that aren't in frames around our house, and most of them are of Cora from her picture timelines she makes at school for her birthday party there. [We have oodles and gobs of pictures on our phones, computers, and our ipad, and Magnolia is certainly represented.] Today Magnolia found two pictures from when Cora was a baby. It took her a while to grasp that Cora ever was a baby, so when she sees a baby picture of Cora now, she still always asks is it's her [M] first, but she doesn't get downright feisty trying to convince us that it really is her when we tell her it's Cora.

When she picked up the first picture she asked, "Is this me?"

"No, that's Cora." I replied.

M: Oh. Where am I?
Me: You weren't born yet.
M: But where was I?
Me: Heaven.
M. Oh. Where are you?
Me: I'm taking the picture.
M: Oh. Where's Papa?
Me: At work.

She was quiet for a few minutes, still looking through the drawer next to me, then she pulled out another picture of Baby Cora.

M: Is this me?
Me: No, that's Cora when she was a baby.
M: Where am I?
Me: Heaven

[A brief pause] - And then it happened...

M: But who "hold you me" in heaven?
[It took me a little second because I was caught off guard knowing she was imagining herself all alone]
Me: God.
M: [relieved] Oh. God hold you me in heaven.
Me: That's right.

I wanted to fall a part at what her little mind was thinking when she couldn't imagine who could have been holding her if she wasn't with her little family. And I got all gushy that she was completely content that if one of us wasn't holding her, God could.

And because children are such wonderful teachers (they are the best at keeping it real), I loved the sweet spirit that reaffirmed, "God can do that for us still."

Baby Magnolia:

My People Were Mormon Pioneers

-Carol Lynn Pearson

My people were Mormon pioneers.
Is the blood still good?
They stood in awe as truth
Flew by like a dove
And dropped a feather in the West.
Where truth flies you follow
If you are a pioneer.

I have searched the skies
And now and then
Another feather has fallen.
I have packed the handcart again
Packed it with the precious things
And thrown away the rest.

I will sing by the fires at night
Out there on uncharted ground
Where I am my own captain of tens
Where I blow the bugle
Bring myself to morning prayer
Map out the miles
And never know when or where
Or if at all I will finally say,
“This is the place,”

I face the plains
On a good day for walking.
The sun rises
And the mist clears.
I will be all right:
My people were Mormon Pioneers.

The Mormon Church's Part in the Religious Freedom Movement. [And how it reminds me of the whole Prop 8 thing.]

The Mormon Church recently launched a new campaign explaining religious freedom and the importance of defending it. I watched this video first (you should see a whiteboard drawing). And then hanging out in the sidebar on youtube was this video, just begging for me to watch it. I did, and I sort of wish I hadn't.

I automatically began wondering what was behind this gathering of resources to help clarify religious freedom. I read this article today, and it became much more clear.

After Prop8 happened...

Can I tell you a story? Okay.

I was so ecstatic when Obama was elected, but the feeling was quickly dampened after news of Prop 8 started rolling in. I suddenly felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart...or in the back... when I saw images of people protesting outside of the LA temple. The church had sent letters and leaders to congregations to encourage them to vote for Prop 8. I was blindsided. I remember talking to my mom about it (she lives in AZ, but there was a similar proposition on their ballot as well), and wondering why, of all the issues for the church to get involved with, this was the one. She quoted what had been told to her congregation, "It's not a political issue, it's a moral issue." I wondered why I hadn't seen a huge rally to end human trafficking or any other moral issue.

In the weeks leading up to Prop 8, I remembered getting forward emails (several from church members) warning against what would become of us if same-sex marriage was legalized. "Teachers would have to teach, as early as kindergarten, that gay marriage was okay as well as about families with parents of the same gender." This argument, of all the ones I heard, was the one that was most dumbfounding. I always wondered what would happen if the people using those arguments had a young child who made a friend in school who had two moms or two dads. Would the children not be allowed to be friends because they would have to explain that there are all kinds of families? And why we were all the sudden more concerned about what children were learning outside of the home when the most important things should be learned within. "The home is the first classroom."

Okay, back to "After Prop 8 happened"...

After Prop 8 happened, I started hearing about the millions of dollars that had poured into an organization called So much money from members of the LDS church, many not even living in California. I looked it up and was met with almost instant disappointment. Most of the talking points I'd heard in forward emails and from friends concerned for the future of marriage, had come directly from this organization whose sole purpose was to pass Prop 8.

Why disappointment? I couldn't believe that the church I belonged to and loved would align itself with an organization that made claims and perpetuated falsehoods based on majorly shoddy research and vile speculation. We were the bad guys. And we were the bad guys not because the church defines marriage as a union between a man and a woman, but because we felt we had to sink down to a level of fear tactics and ugly to get the point across (the sinking happened when teaming up with a poo-ey group).

Fast forward to the here and now and this new push to spread the word about religious freedom, and how I automatically started looking into where this was coming from. The article in Deseret News (that I linked above) made it all too easy. They quoted LDS apostles as well people from the Faith and Freedom Coalition and the Ethics and Public Policy Center about why there is a movement to protect religious freedom, and why so many churches were getting and should get involved. The FFC and EPPC are two organizations I would never personally "like" on facebook. The kicker is that the director of the American Religious Freedom program at the EPPC used to work for The Heritage Foundation - yet another organization I would pass on following.

Below, I've linked the organizations, as well as given a highlight of the information shown on the opening page of their websites.

Faith and Freedom Coalition - Restoring America's Greatness and Founding Principles
1. DEFEND Marriage! Marriage is defined as the union between one man and one woman.
2. Faith and Freedom Coalition Road to Majority 2013 Conference Recap
3. SUSPEND State Funding of Obamacare

Ethics and Public Policy Center [EPPC] - Defending American Ideals
"Washington D.C.'s premier institute dedicated to applying the Judeo-Christian moral tradition to critical issues of public policy."

The Heritage Foundation -  Leadership for America
It's time to Defund Obamacare: The movement to Defund Obamacare has reached a critical moment.

If you know me, or if you've been reading my blog for any fair amount of time, you see why these organizations aren't up my alley. I can't help but feel disappointed all over again that my church, the one [out of all the churches I could belong to, not to mention none at all] I care about deeply decides to jump onboard with groups that are so unbelievably polar it makes my head spin.

Here is where I interject my personal opinion on all the religious freedom buzz: I get it.

Two of the major current issues that I know have caused people to feel threatened in the religious freedom department: Same-sex marriage and Contraception. More specifically: businesses being fined for declining services to same-sex couples, and businesses having to go to court to defend their right to not offer contraception under the new insurance laws. I GET IT!

Have we all heard of Sweet Cakes by Melissa? A bakery in Oregon refused to make a cake for a lesbian couple based on their "morals and beliefs." The couple filed a lawsuit with the state citing discrimination. After months of boycotts and hate mail, the owner and her husband decided to close their bakery and move the business back home. They should have been able to run their business as they chose. Sure people can let them know they don't agree with how they run their business, too. But this is the part I don't get. I'm sure there would have been many a baker who would have LOVED to have made a cake for this couple. I get that it hurts and that it's disappointing that people don't agree with the biggest, deepest love you have for someone else. I wish that wasn't the case, ever. [I'm not one of those people.]

But attacking someone who is standing their ground for what they believe, whether you agree or not, is basically causing a new "TEA Party" movement to rise up. But instead of taxes, religious freedom is the thing driving the momentum. Instead of TEA, this new thing could be PEA [persecuted enough already] or SEA [stifled enough already]. It will inevitably be [it already is] a very polar movement (and yes, my church is super bandwagoning with it) for something that shouldn't be polar at all.

I think there is magic in the legal system in the USA. I think marriage can (and should) be open to same-sex couples under the law, but this country has this super magical thing called the Constitution that has built in protection for religious groups, so if they don't want to perform a same-sex marriage, they don't have to, and no one should expect them to. There are many other churches and people who would be elated to share that kind of joy. If a pharmacist doesn't want to give the Morning After contraception, go to a pharmacist who doesn't have a moral objection to it. We've gotten too up in arms about things that shouldn't be this difficult. We're so selfish. We're so narrow-minded. We're so polar. I'm so over it. I don't want my church to be involved with organizations that make the divide greater.

A blurb about my faith: I feel like the Mormon church getting involved in this movement is an adolescent attempt at trying to fit in. (Did I mention they also created a facebook page called Support Religious Freedom? They did.) With the Prop 8 movement, I felt like I was in the middle of a church I didn't recognize ["where is my Mormonism?" And why are we trying to be all mainstream - we're not. That's what I like about us]. We were trying to fit in with some denominations who had regular Mormon bashing sessions. Were we trying to get them to like us?

I love the idea of churches coming together for the greater good, but the things we've been coming together on don't fall into that category to me, not the way we're promoting them anyway. [I think religious freedom and freedom of conscious definitely promote the greater good.] My church feels more and more like a corporation with a very aggressive PR team.

I'm tired of writing about it tonight. It makes me sad. Like deep down in my heart weepy. I don't know what the church is thinking about, or if at all, when it comes to members like me. I'd like to think there's room for me and the things I believe that differ from the main body (though there are plenty of Mormons just like me), but then instances like this happen: the church is part of a movement that exists because of its retaliation against things I stand up for. It feels like a sort of ultimatum: "You're with us, or you're against us." I came to the realization a few months ago, that it makes my heart hurt so much because I care so much about it [the church].

Rather than fancy "resources," I wish the main public image of our church had everything to do with who's in our name (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints), and what He taught. [Love, respect, kindness, compassion, empathy - a place we can find common ground.]

In a talk called The Love of God, Dieter Uchtdorf [a member of the presidency of the Mormon church] said:
Because love is the great commandment, it ought to be at the center of all and everything we do in our own family, in our Church callings, and in our livelihood. Love is the healing bond that repairs rifts in personal and family relationships. It is the bond that unites families, communities, and nations. Love is the power that initiates friendships, tolerance, civility, and respect. It is the source that overcomes divisiveness and hate. Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope. Love should be our walk and our talk.  
Mother Theresa said:
If you judge people, you have no time to love them. 
I think of this Gordon B. Hinckley [former president/prophet of the Mormon Church] quote when I think about the polarization that keeps us from loving people. I think the polarization is a big ol' blob of mediocrity:
Mediocrity will never do. You are capable of something better.
Because Gordon B. Hinckley had a lot of good things to say about being better, I'll leave you with two final quotes from him:
You are good. But it is not enough just to be good. You must be good for something. You must contribute good to the world. The world must be a better place for your presence. And the good that is in you must be spread to others...
Try a little harder to be a little better.

September has 13 days left and the cost of ear tube surgery

I paid our mortgage today. It's something that we put off because of the perilous month we had yet to get through. We made it passed the 15th, I brought home a little bacon [should I say facon?], and I think we're going to make it to September 30th. Today was the last day we could pay it without paying a late fee. This all feels like a huge accomplishment. I just knocked on our wooden headboard, you know, just in case. There are still 13 days left.

I got the bill for Cora's ear tubes a few days ago? Any guesses on how much we have to pay?


This is after adjustments, of course. Every hour we were at the hospital cost us about $665. Any ideas on how to talk them down? One of the great dreams of my life is ridiculously awesome health insurance. That is all.

I had a semi-impromtpu visiting teaching visit this morning. I did not geek out about Barry the mailman today, but they did get here a little earlier than I was expecting, and I was so not dressed. When I heard the doorbell, I ran to my room only to see that the blinds of the window that faces our front porch were open. There they were, plain as day, and there I was in my garments, luckily they weren't looking in the window. (Adult Mormon folk who have gone through the temple wear "garments" as their underwear. Garments (in a nutshell) consist of an "undershirt-like" top and "biker-short-like" bottoms.) I grabbed my clothes and hightailed it out of there.

Anyway, I really enjoyed what they had to say, and one of them, Lisa, said something I so wish I could remember. She was talking about how there will always be things that don't got as planned in life (ups and downs), but those things, while discouraging, shouldn't be debilitating. After she finished, she said something that basically means God will always be there for us, but she said it in her so super awesome Puerto Rican way. I know "He" was the first word, and I think there were three words, and I can't believe I don't remember! It was going to be a little mantra for me to carry around.

Their visit was timely. My anxiety has not been in check the way I'd like for it to be. Today was actually a really good day, but the previous days have been a wreck. I took one of my anxiety medications for the first time in months on Saturday. I totally know why, too. My anxiety issues are closely tied to hormones, and I'm ovulating. It's so ridiculous. I hope the egg has done what it needed to do so everything can just chill out. In my days way back in the day before I was ever on birth control, I used to know I was ovulating because of mittelschmerz. Now I know it's happening because I feel like I'm going crazy. Bring back the mittelschmerz! Back to the point of this paragraph (the timely visit): we talked about things that I generally think [and sometimes worry] about (worry when I'm feeling especially anxious already), and it was nice/comforting to hear different perspectives, and the ways they've managed to navigate the point in life I find myself at.  

Dreamy Design - Simple Living

I don't think I've ever posted about the home of designer Jessica Helgerson. It's one of my all time favorites. Aside from the simple, everything has a use and new life aesthetic, I love that it is 540 square feet, and that a family of four lives there. I'm posting a few photos here, and you can visit her site for more information about the house as well as more pictures. It's all completely dreamy.


I'm off to soak in what I wish was that tub. I mowed the lawn this evening and came in and got to work on dinner and dishes and bedtime, and it's time to rid of the layer of dirt on my shins that I'm pretty sure I could write my name in.

The Day My Brakes Almost Didn't Work, VEXATIONS, and Miss America.

On my way home from church, I handed Cora a water bottle because she was thirsty. After she took a drink, she handed it back to me, and I put it in my lap. I was in our neighborhood, and I turned down a street near our park, only to find cars parked on both sides for nearly the entire block making it essentially a one-way street, and there was a car coming towards me. I quickly pulled over so he could pass. When I pulled over, I heard the water bottle slide down to the floor. When I got to the end of the block, I turned onto our street. Two blocks later, I pulled up to a stop sign, and when I pushed on the brakes nothing happened. I wondered how I could have lost all power in just two blocks.

I pushed harder, and in an instant, I was transported back to my childhood in-front of our silver Sylvania television set watching Rescue 911. One episode showed a truck pulling into a convenience store parking lot. As she was approaching her spot, she couldn't stop. She was coming from the grocery store, and somewhere along the way, a two-liter of pop had rolled under her brakes. She crashed through the front windows of the store.

I pushed on my brakes hard enough that the bottle (luckily much smaller than a two-liter - a 24 ounce CamelBak, if you must know) slid up far enough that I came to a stop. I'm happy I was in a neighborhood and only going twenty-five miles per hour...and that there wasn't a car in-front of me.

Moral of the story: Using a cup holder could save your life.

On Friday the 13th, one of Jake's dreams came true. He organized a performance of Erik Satie's VEXATIONS to take place on the 50th anniversary of the piece's first public performance. VEXATIONS is a single sheet of music that is to be repeated 840 times. 20 musicians, mostly pianists took thirty minute to an hour long shifts. There were two pianos set up in the atrium. When it was getting close to the time of the exchange, the one taking over would go sit at the empty piano, and the one playing would signal that they were finishing their last repetition and was passing the torch. It went on seamlessly.

I believe the first public performance took over 18 hours. The 50th Anniversary performance took 14.5 hours. It started at 6AM and ended at 8:28PM. Jake was there for the whole thing. I was there on and off for 3.5 hours, and was glad to be able to be there when the 840th repetition came to an end. It was nice to sit and think. To be fully in the moment. As I sat for the last hour, the sun was setting, and the large chandeliers in the music school were reflecting in the windows in front of a backdrop of interesting clouds. I thought about how much I love the Built Environment. Buildings, parks, public art spaces, how sewer systems work, homes, everything we've built to live in. I also love the Natural Environment, and I loved how both of them seemed to marry in front of me as I listened to Satie's piece.

Here are a few other pictures from the event:

And last, but not least, or maybe least...

I just watched my first Miss America pageant in its entirety since I was a teenager. Kelsey Griswold is Miss Oklahoma, a student at OCU, and one of Jake's former students. We [Jake and I] both watched, and after the question portion, we both thought it was definitely between Miss Oklahoma and Miss California. When it was down to Oklahoma, California, and New York, we were both shocked that Miss Oklahoma was called as 2nd runner-up, and even more shocked when Miss New York was crowned Miss America. Aside from that, it was fun to watch someone we know, and there is a definite sense of pride at how well she did. I mean, for real, she made a legit "twerking" joke. 

Lord, when I sleep I feel you near.

When I wake, and you are already wiping the stars away,
I rise quickly, hoping to be like your wild child
the rose, the honey-maker the honey-vine;
a bird shouting its joy as it floats
through the gift you have given us: another day.

- Mary Oliver

Alice, Highway Robbery, and Poems

This morning I went for a run with Alice. She has her longest distance under her belt. 2.67 miles according to runkeeper. She did really well and only almost tripped me once. And only almost caused me to fall flat on my face in the middle of the street once as well. When we got to the point where we could see Dot [our house], she bolted in front of me. I magically stayed on my feet. Phew. I don't think I'll run too far with her while she's still young, but I do enjoy running with her, even if she makes me stop to tree a squirrel, and even if I have to carry a little bag for a ways after she does her business. Running with her makes me feel like I'm coaching someone along instead of getting all critical and bored with myself.

After I picked Magnolia up from school, we went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for her. I really went to pick up this prescription yesterday morning, and then the pharmacy tech told me how much it was, and I spent the rest of the morning trying to see if we could find an alternative. No such luck. $97.50. Don't worry, insurance saved us $150.49. For real. Doesn't the universe know it's September? And that September my least favorite month in terms of finances? 20 more days until payday. 

I was listening to the Writer's Almanac on NPR. I count myself lucky that it comes on at 11 AM when I'm on my way to get M from school. Today is Mary Oliver's birthday. I hadn't read any of her poems, so I went to the library and picked up two of her books. I'm enjoying them so far. 


To the one who was so very stealth about getting this envelope to me at church today: Thank you

I will never forget this act of kindness.

A [very] Good Day

I checked my email around 7:30 this morning, and I had a message that my friend, Mary Bliss, had forwarded from another friend, Pat, that CAIR Oklahoma (Council on American-Islamic Relations) was hosting the first annual Solidarity and Peace Rally at 10 AM. I knew instantly that I wanted to attend, and I actually had a few minutes to figure out how we would make it work in our busy morning because the girls were still asleep - yes, a miracle occurred at our house.

I knew that I wanted to go because of an interfaith meeting I was able to attend at our church building in Hyde Park [Chicago] a few years ago. There were representatives from two Christian churches (Catholic and Mormon), a synagogue, the Islamic community, and I feel like I'm remembering a Unitarian. The topic for the discussion was, "What has been the biggest change in your religion/denomination in the last 30 years?"

The Islamic woman who was there was a student at UChicago, and what she said touched me deeply. She was in 8th grade when 9/11 happened, and she told of how the events of that day as well as what followed affected her and her faith community. Before we knew who was responsible, she said to herself, "I hope they aren't Muslim." The backlash was horrible. Her words were both heartbreaking and healing. She strengthened my resolve to not be afraid of the unknown. In my life as a Christian, I believe that we all come from the same God, that we are all spiritual brothers and sisters, and I wanted to lose the fear of those who thought, believed, prayed, lived, gathered [you name it] differently than me. There will always be those people in any group. The ones that cause devastation and fear, but they are not the whole.

The real whole doesn't have parts. The real whole is you and me, and everybody, despite the path we choose to navigate this great big blob of humanity.

So in-between Magnolia's dance lesson at 9, and Cora's dance lesson at 11, we went to the peace rally at the Oklahoma City National Memorial. We walked around the perimeter of the grounds and then listened to people from various local organizations give a message relating to the theme of the rally: "Moving Beyond Coexistence."

I love that idea. How can we get beyond a life of simply existing with one another ["tolerating" one another], to loving and building and growing from one another? What could we do and be if we listened to one another, and thrived off the uniqueness and respected the pieces of truth we can all bring to the table?

Jake left right after the walk to take Cora to her lesson. Magnolia was going to stay with me, but decided that she must be with Cora, so I caught up with Jake and handed her over and went back to listen to the messages. When it was over, I stuck around for a few minutes and then made my way on foot to the library.

On my way, I passed firefighters from all over the state [and I believe a few surrounding states] who were participating in the 9/11 stair climb. Most were finishing the 110 story climb and changing out of their full gear when I walked by. That, too, was emotional, and I was glad I was wearing sunglasses because those emotions certainly got the best of me. I loved that I'd just come from the rally to this event.

When I got to the library, I read a few books on architecture, and when I thought it was about the right time, I headed for the art museum [gotta love Bank of America free days on the first full weekend of each month]. The timing was perfect because Jake and the girls drive by when I was right across the street from the OKCMOA. We decided to eat our prepared lunch in the break room rather than outside because today was hot. The girls were so good. We wandered through the exhibits, one of which contained interactive cubist puppets. The scale and design of the puppets was amazing. Another exhibit was "Of Heaven and Earth," which is a collection of Italian paintings from the Middle Ages through the 19th century. My favorites were the depictions of Mary, Jesus, and Saint Anne.

We came home and had a early-ish dinner. The girls took baths and went to bed. I read through a paper Jake is working on (it's shaping up to be one of my favorites). And now here I am, up a little too late, sharing the events of this day that I think was a great one. When I was walking to the library, I thought that I could live in the tiniest of houses if I had several uplifting, inspiring places to go each week - live out in the world rather than inside walls.

I know, I know. Here's what you've all been waiting for. Magnolia after her very first dance lesson. Watching her dance this morning was the cherry on top of this wonderful day.

Sweet Cora

I was going to blog about my hair tonight, and how I'm pretty sure I'm not going to cut it until I'm at least 30. But as I was looking for pictures of my former long locks, before the very poor decision to color it myself after Magnolia was born (which was ultimately the biggest reason why I cut it, to finally be rid of that mistake), I got lost in images of my Sweet Cora.

Baby Cora. And I may have felt like crying. What will follow is a whole lot of my heart. It's okay if you feel like crying a little, too. What a darling baby I had, and what a darling girl that baby has grown into.

Isn't it strange - how a mother can so miss the baby who is the child standing before her...

On my mind

I've had so many things on my mind lately, and haven't given myself time to write any of them down. Tonight will not be the night for that [in-depth] either. 

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to really be "pro-life." 
[please leave what it has come to be defined as in politics at the door]

I've been thinking about my friend's [Sarah Keller] little sister Laura and how she was diagnosed with lymphoma while I was in Arizona, and is now going through chemo. I couldn't even think about it all without crying for the first few weeks. 

I've been trying to work into a nice rhythm of productivity. My natural tendency is spontaneity. But I think spontaneity works best when some part of my time is structured. 

Magnolia only had one little accident today in what had been a month of potty training regression. I hope she'll get comfortable telling her teachers when she needs to go. Cora was 4 months older than Magnolia when she started school, and had been potty trained for almost a year. Magnolia had been potty trained for 3 months when school started. I lnow that makes a huge difference. M loves everything about school, except for the cute little potty in her classroom, apparently. 

I've been thinking about change and how I'm so hungry for it, but there's something nice about still looking for and being excited about possibilities right where I am.

I've been thinking about a quote by Theodore Roosevelt: "Comparison is the thief of joy."


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